Sing a Song of Love

by O'Grady, Sian

I cracked up at that as I had never heard anything so ridiculous and Mack grinned back.

  “Won’t be too much longer. You figure out how to get there and by that time I should be done.”

  We headed down to the hotel car park within the hour and set off for the Peninsular. It was a lovely clear day, though cool and there was not a lot of traffic on the way out of the city.

  Dunedin was built on one side of the harbour and on the other side at the very tip were the penguin and albatross colonies. We headed around it until we got to the bay road turn off. It was a small winding road with the water on one side and a cliff face on the other. It was spectacular though rather precarious for first time drivers but Mack seemed comfortable driving it.

  “This kind of road reminds me of home. In fact Scotland is a lot like Dunedin in terms of climate and terrain. It has the same rugged, greenness about it. I think you would like it.”

  I looked at Mack to see where he was going with this and was disappointed to see nowhere. His face looked as if it was far away reminiscing of home. I knew he worried a lot about Alina looking after his aging parents as well as running a big cattle station and I wondered if his thoughts were there.

  We drove in companionable silence absorbing the dramatic coastline. It was stunning the way it changed from green rolling hills at the beginning of the bay to steeper more rugged cliffs by the time we got to the harbour entrance.

  It took about an hour all up to get to the colonies but it was well worth the drive. Both of us enjoyed watching the wildlife immensely and it was a relief to get away from the noise of the city.

  “I read yesterday that there is a castle near here where we can have lunch.”

  “Sounds good, I’m starving.”

  It took about twenty minutes to get to Larnach Castle, which was an imposing stone castle that was set high on the hill overlooking the harbour. It had been restored over the last fifty years and was now a tourist attraction.

  The restaurant was in the summer house overlooking the gardens and had an aura and presence to it of times gone past.

  “It must have been a solitary existence for the owners back in the day as it would have been a long trek into Dunedin city.”

  “I guess that’s why they had so many rooms; to have enough guests here to keep them entertained.”

  “Different world to what we live in now that’s for sure! I’m looking forward to getting to Christchurch tomorrow. I’ve never been there either.”

  “I’m looking forward to getting home soon.” Mack was grinning lecherously and his eyes where slowly roaming everywhere but my face. My cheeks started to burn. Darn I thought I had that under control.

  “You have a one track mind. Do you know that I don’t even know your full name?”

  Mack laughed, “Really I thought you would have read it on the contract? Well Jessica May Kearney, let me introduce myself. Marcus James O’Connor at your service!” He drawled in his thickest Scottish accent.

  “Marcus, it suits you; though it sounds better when you say it!”

  Mack raised his eyebrows, “Ah so you like the accent; good to know!”

  Our dinners arrived and put a temporary end to our conversation. They smelt delicious and were every bit as good as they smelt. We devoured them in silence and I couldn’t help my mind wandering as we ate.

  Asking Mack what his full name was reminded me that I knew so little about him. I mean I knew about his family and where he came from and his early years on the farm, but he hadn’t told me anything about his time in Edinburgh. I wandered if he had ever had any serious relationships or if he had been married. For all I knew he may even have kids and an ex-wife floating around somewhere.

  I glanced over at Mack who was totally oblivious to anything but his food and smiled to myself. I did know that he loved food!

  The smell from mine wafted up and I tucked in again too. My musings where taking me nowhere; I knew enough about Mack to know that he was a good man so I turned my head off. Over thinking things was one of my worst faults.

  Mack

  Today had been a lot of fun and it had been great to hang out with Jessie away from everyone else. I liked being able to talk and touch her at will without the need to censor my words or actions. Our interactions where stilted at best on set and it was a relief each night to get back to the sanctum of our rooms.

  I had thought this new sleeping arrangement would get my obsession with Jessie under control but so far it was having the opposite effect. To date there was no evidence of annoying habits or endless prattle and she hadn’t even said anything when I had purposely left the toilet seat up! She still had me bewitched as much as ever.

  Jessie had to be the most uncomplicated woman I had ever met. She was honest and straight forward and there was no hint of the games many women liked to play. It was fun being around Jessie with the added bonus of sex! Phenomenal sex that was like nothing I had ever experienced. It seemed wrong to even call it sex as it was so much more than that. Yes it was hot and steamy but it was also connected emotionally in a way that left me feeling absurdly spiritual at the end, like we had communicated on a whole new level.

  It made no sense to me as I had always prided myself on my self-control and restraint. In my trade it was important that you remained in the driver’s seat but right now it felt like Jessie had shoved my over and for once I was the passenger along for the ride. And I had no idea where we were heading!

  I just needed to keep things the way they were, not overthink them, and let time tell where this was heading. I was remembering my only serious girlfriend, Elaine. Things had started off idyllically between us as well. After eighteen months I had even been considering proposing but before I had a chance to get my head around it Elaine had started talking marriage and kids.

  At first I had enjoyed the talk but the intensity and the need for time frames and commitment had gotten out of hand. I had asked Elaine to back off to let me get my head round it as I had always wanted to surprise the woman I wanted to marry. A grand gesture which we would tell our grandkids about in years to come. But Elaine was like a dog with a bone. The more I held off the more resentful and angry she became and the last straw was when she started withholding sex in an attempt to manipulate me into setting a date. That to me wasn’t love. So I ended things and since then had kept things with the opposite sex very casual. And until now that hadn’t been hard.

  I looked down at Jessie snuggled into the crook of my arm. I liked seeing her beside me and knowing that she was close. More than I thought I should and already it seemed like the most natural thing in the world having her around. The sound of her breathing made me feel calm and centred in a way that was reminiscent of life on the farm before I set off for Edinburgh. Even work took a back seat and that was saying something.

  The rest of the tour through the South Island went smoothly, though by the time we reached Wellington the following Tuesday, everyone was looking tired. Cam had been battling a cold for the last few days and Lance had just started feeling under the weather. I ordered bed rest and a halt to all evening activities that involved alcohol. The last order didn’t go down well but they did agree to take things easier after I laid out the implications of cancelling a concert at this late stage.

  We had been getting a lot of good press from our previous concerts and were now recognised whenever we went out. It was a hassle. I knew that came with the territory but we had been swamped with well-wishers and people wanting to get the boys autograph on the ferry from Picton to Wellington. And there had been no place to escape from it during the journey.

  Jessie had her own following and even though she dealt with it professionally I could see she was overwhelmed. Her fan base was mostly young males but there had been one older guy that just wouldn’t leave her alone, that security had eventually removed.

  The boys having the flu was a relief as it meant I had a valid excuse to keep them from wandering too far over the next few days. Especially Jessie as the episode
on the ferry had shaken me even though Jessie hadn’t read too much in to it.

  I organised hot stone massages for the boys, Jessie and Cam at the hotel day spa followed by a facial and was amused at Lances total three sixty on the validity of boys getting massages.

  My schedule was light until Thursday as most of the details for each concert had already been dealt with. For me, this was the closest I had been to a holiday in the last ten years and I was finding the whole slowing down and smelling the rose’s extremely appealing. I had a sneaking suspicion this had a lot to do with Jessie but was becoming a pro at shutting off these annoying thoughts.

  We had taken to having breakfast brought up by room service as it meant we could have longer to ourselves.

  “Check out this letter I got in the mail.” Jessie passed it to me across the table and looked slightly troubled.

  The letter was from a fan that was having erotic fantasies about Jessie. I felt sick to the pit of my stomach that there was someone out there thinking about my Jessie in that way but I also didn’t want to frighten her so played down my response.

  “Sounds like a right pervert but I wouldn’t worry too much as I have never seen a letter acted on. But I will tighten security and you need to make sure you are always with someone.” I waited until she had nodded in agreement before making a call to the security team to alert them to the letter.

  Jessie was looking a bit grey and I pulled her onto my knee and gave her a reassuring hug.

  “I have seen lots of letters like that before but have never had any trouble so I wouldn’t worry too much. It’s not pleasant though. Just reminds you how many crazies there are out there!”

  I was trying hard to reassure her and make light of the situation but when I could see she was still looking shaken I took another approach.

  Her lips where warm and receptive and I teased her bottom lip as I had seen her do so many times before when she was nervous. My hand involuntarily had already found its way to its usual spot and I could feel her nipples getting hard under my touch.

  “It will be ok Jessie. Do you really think I would let anything happen to you?”

  “I’m fine Mack though I like this distraction therapy! A lot!”

  Jessie obediently put her arms up as I tugged her sweater over her head and undid the buttons on the flannelette pyjamas that she favoured.

  Making love to Jessie was always the best part of my day and when I saw those full, bouncing tits in front of me, and those hazel eyes begging, I knew why. My creamy skinned Madonna was total perfection! I was beginning to realise that I would never get tired of this one!

  I lifted her up and turned her around so that she was facing me with her legs straddled on each side of my waist. Then I started to pay homage to her breasts; happily going from one to the other. My cock was already hard. It seemed to always be half awake when Jessie was near.

  I reached down to stroke her clit and enjoyed the feel of her hips riding on my fingers while her hands entwined in my hair. When she was wet and moaning with appreciation I lifted her up and dropped her slowly down on my cock, savouring the warmth as it engulfed me. I felt a moment of guilt as I hadn’t stopped to put on a condom. Then abruptly put the thought out of my head as waves of ecstasy flowed over me.

  She knew how to move to perfection; keeping me on the brink of coming for what seemed like forever. I reached up and grabbed a handful of tit in each hand and started to rub her nipples firmly and it had the desired effect. She started to thrust herself faster and harder on to my cock until her head went back and a loud moan of ecstasy escaped. I grabbed her hips and I soon followed.

  Jessie was slightly out of breath and her skin had a beautiful sheen from the sweat, “I swear you were some sort of man whore in a previous life Marcus O’Connor. That or you have had a whole lot of practice in this one!”

  I laughed down at her and kissed her lips, “Being in the music industry does have its perks!”

  Jessie looked slightly offended and it was the closest I had ever seen her to jealous. I kissed her firmly before whispering in her ear, “Sorry, bad choice of words.”

  As quickly as the emotion came, it was gone and the joking Jessie was back, “Hey I don’t mind being a perk if I get access to sex like that. All good Mackie boy!”

  She jumped off my knee and headed to the shower leaving me wondering if that was our first tiff or not. If it was and this was as bad as it got she definitely was a keeper. I had never yet seen her take her mood out on anyone else and the way she handled herself was one of the things that I loved about her.

  Wow did I just say love! Where did that come from? I rationalised it away as I was talking about traits I loved, not the actual person, and put it in a box to think about later. Much later!

  Jess

  The next few weeks were uneventful in terms of the concerts all going to plan. Cam and Lance got over their colds and by the time we got to Auckland for the last few concerts they were feeling one hundred per cent again.

  I had received three more letters by the time I reached Auckland, each one more disgusting and graphic than the one before. What made me uncomfortable though was how much personal information he seemed to know about me; stuff that he would only know if he had been watching me. Whenever I went anywhere I could feel myself scanning the crowds and it had come to the point where I now just preferred to stay in the hotel between concerts.

  Mack stayed with me as much as he could and when he was busy he organised someone else to take his place. So I never felt scared as such; just kind of violated if that made sense. It was really gross to think that there was someone out there having sexually explicit thoughts about me. And it made me start to wonder if I was being too sexy or flirty on stage and to double guess my outfits.

  Before the last concert I had dressed very demurely in a tunic top, which was more like a sack than anything else, and one that I usually reserved for round home wearing. Mack had taken one look before he sat me down and said in no uncertain terms that I was to pay no heed to those letters. I should not look at myself as if I had done anything wrong or in some way asked for it. I had felt a lot better after that and had managed to go on stage as normal. As soon as I started to sing I generally forgot about them anyway.

  The morning before our first Auckland concert I got another letter. The tone had changed and was more sinister. He said he knew I was a dirty whore and that I was sleeping with the boss. I showed Mack and the frown on his face confirmed that I wasn’t panicking for no reason. Mack and I hardly went anywhere together and for him to know we were an item meant that he was keeping very close tabs on us.

  “Don’t worry Jessie I’ll get security to allocate you someone who will stay with you at all times when you aren’t with me. I am just trying to think when he would have seen us out. Which city did the last letter arrive in?” Mack’s eyebrows were drawn together in a puzzled frown.

  I had got the first two letters in Wellington, one on the first day and the second on the day we left. The next one had arrived in New Plymouth and the fourth one in Hamilton. None of those had mentioned my relationship with Mack. So some time in the last week he had seen us out.

  “Last letter was in Hamilton before we left for Tauranga. I wonder if he saw us at The Mount when we went for a walk along the beach. That is the only time I can think of where we have been out together since Rotorua. But we have had a letter since Rotorua already.”

  I knew I was safe but this whole stalker thing was impacting on my last weeks with Mack. We were down to our last ten days and I had wanted them to be perfect and instead I was wasting energy thinking about some sicko out there.

  Mack rang security who said it was time to notify the police.

  “Isn’t that a bit over the top?”

  “They are at the concert anyway as it is such a large event. So it makes sense for them to know and be on the lookout for anybody suspicious.”

  “I guess so.” It just seemed too real letting the police know.


  “Come here gorgeous,” and when he had me safely tucked on my knee he continued, “It will be fine, I promise you. And soon we will be on our way to Australia and unless he is very resourceful I doubt he will be able to follow us there.”

  I let out a squeal of excitement as this was news to me, “Am I really booked for the second part of the tour?”

  “You’re going to break my legs if you keep jumping up and down like that!”

  I beamed at Mack unable to disguise how happy I was but I did slow the bouncing!

  Mack grinned back, “Of course that was always the plan. You really didn’t read your contract at all before you signed, did you?”

  I laughed, “Cam read it and said it was all good but I never enquired too much about the details. Yeah! That means we have at least another month together before you head back to Scotland.”

  Saying that out loud made us both quiet for a moment; putting it into words made the end seem real. But yeah, least it was further away than what it was a moment ago and I felt my earlier exuberance return.

  I put the whole stalker thing out of my mind as we headed to Vector Arena for rehearsal, buoyed by the news that I was touring Australia with the High Land Boys.

  “Cam did you know we were going to Australia after the NZ tour ended?”

  “Of course I did! I read the contract, remember!” Cam was looking at me with a mixture of amusement and something else, “Why? Didn’t you realise?”

  “No I thought the concert next Saturday was the end of the road.”

  “Jessie, tell me to mind my own business but is there something going on between you and Mack? Lance said something the other day which didn’t quite make sense and when I questioned him he totally closed up which isn’t like him.”

  I could feel my cheeks start to go red and in the end I didn’t need to say anything as my face had given it away.

  Cam gave me a hug, “Your secret is safe with me and I have no words of judgement except try not to get hurt. Can’t believe I didn’t notice it sooner or is it a new development? I know Mack has been keeping a close eye on you since you started getting those letters.”